Chapter 6 The Ambition of White-Flour Steamed Buns

After recuperating for a few more days, Zhou Min really couldn't stay still, seeing that there were only some faint scars on his body, Zhou Min felt very satisfied with his ability to recover, so he went to find Sister Zhang, ready to find a job to do.

"Sister Zhang, do you need my help with any work? Everyone has been taking care of me these days, I'm really embarrassed, you let me do what I can." "

Sister Zhang, looking forward to Zhou Min, thought about what kind of work can be done by the children in this city, suddenly, seeing the stone mill in a corner of the yard, Sister Zhang said with a smile, "In this case, Miss Zhou, you and Xiao Shen will grind this barley into flour together." "

"Okay, Sister Zhang, but I don't know Xiao Gray, Sister Zhang, can you introduce me to me?" Sister Zhang said with a smile, "You look back and see that it is there." "

Following the direction of Sister Zhang's finger, Zhou Min saw Xiao Ash. I saw a little donkey standing next to the stone mill, and the donkey was gray, probably why it was called Little Gray. Zhou Min had a black line in his head, it turned out that his new little friend turned out to be a donkey, looking at the donkey, very thin, the hair was a little yellow, and he shouldn't have much strength to push the stone mill.

"Sister Zhang, it's Xiao Gray, this donkey is really handsome, with pointed ears, red lips and white teeth. Zhou Min touched the donkey's head, and the donkey seemed to sense her kindness, and turned around and sniffed it with his nose.

Zhou Min picked up the little whip, led the donkey and let him walk around the stone mill, and Sister Zhang squatted on the ground to wash clothes and looked at them with a smile.

Zhou Min now finally knows what it means to lead and not walk backwards, this donkey doesn't listen to her at all, and doesn't treat her differently because she is a girl.

Under the guidance of Sister Zhang, Zhou Min gently raised the whip while leading the donkey forward, and the stone mill finally moved.

Finally finished grinding a bag of wheat, and Zhou Min was already too tired. She never thought that it would be so difficult to eat some white noodles, if it weren't for Sister Zhang saying that she would steam white flour steamed buns tonight, she really couldn't hold on, looking at the face of the white flour steamed buns, she insisted on finishing this bag of wheat.

Looking down at the donkey with a relaxed expression, Zhou Min really didn't know what to say. The donkey was so hateful that it disgraced her, because the donkey didn't go away before she hit the mill and knocked several pieces of her body into it. I thought that I was a flower cultivated by the motherland, and the education I received over the years could make me a blockbuster, but I didn't expect it to be planted on a donkey.

After grinding the wheat, Zhou Min helped Sister Zhang to hang the clothes on the pole, and after drying the clothes, looking at the clothes drifting in the wind, Zhou Min felt like a gray wall, which was very good-looking, so that Zhou Min had a sense of accomplishment, he was finally not a useless person and could do some small things.

This day can make Zhou Min tired, his physique is really not good, after a day's work, he wants to lie on the kang, he can't get up, if it weren't for the temptation of white-faced steamed buns, he really wants to sleep to death, it's really tiring to work, and this farm work is really not easy to do.

It seems that tomorrow I have to discuss with Sister Zhang if there is anything that is not physically active, such as sewing a piece of clothing, writing a few big characters, pasting some banners or something?

"Sister Zhang, what do you think of this Zhou Min girl today? Could it be a spy sent by the Japanese army or a spy of the Kuomintang? Head Zhao asked.

"Commander, after my observation, Miss Zhou looks like she should be a child in the city, she has not endured hardships, and she can't do farm work, there is nothing abnormal in her behavior, I think she should be an ordinary person, but I don't know why I came to Dongqiao Village just in time for the sweep of the devils, and was stunned by the cannonballs. Sister Zhang replied and said with a smile, "She is tired of doing these jobs today, and she ate three steamed buns at night!"

"In that case, then let him go to the propaganda team tomorrow, didn't she tell you that she is literate, since she is a cultural person, let her help write some large-character banners. It's better than having her go against a donkey, haha. Commissar Wang said with a smile.

In the next few days, Zhou Min finally didn't do any more physical work, but picked up a brush and wrote big characters, propaganda is nothing more than some words to resist Japan and defend the country, and the bottom of her own book has been displayed, looking at the big characters posted on the wall, Zhou Min has a sense of accomplishment, thinking, it's better to read, it's not so tired, and you can easily eat white bread.

Thinking of this, Zhou Min felt a little ridiculous, he was a college student, and in the end he could only earn a bite to eat by writing, it was not a big meal, just white-flour steamed buns, but thinking of white-flour steamed buns, Zhou Min was very happy, he finally didn't have to eat Wowotou, Wowotou was really a little prickly.

Thinking about the white flour steamed buns she ate at noon, the steamed buns were so snow-white, smooth, and soft, which really made her have some cravings.

Zhou Min thought that if he could go back to the 21st century, then he must change his QQ name to white-flour steamed buns.

Thinking of the word QQ, Zhou Min was a little dazed and sad. These days, she tries not to let herself recall the past, which will only increase the sadness, it is better to cherish the present and seal the memories of the past. Whenever Zhou Min recalls the past, she tries her best to restrain herself, not to reminisce, and constantly encourages herself to live well, hoping to do something in this war-torn era. So as to be worthy of the identity of a Chinese.